Your Highness, pamper me!

Early on the morning of departure, Bai Jiabao rushed into the east courtyard with two big burdens on his back. His father, Bai Jing, had just woken up, and two tender little girls were waiting to rinse their mouths with ginseng soup.

"Father, your son is about to travel far away, do you have any explanation?"

Bai Jing saw that his son was wearing a plain coarse cloth robe, but only a bamboo hairpin was inserted into his hair, and there was even a patch on his boots.

"Baby, why do you spoil yourself like this?"

Bai Jiabao smiled and said triumphantly: "Don't expose your wealth, especially don't allow His Highness to stare at you. Although our family has a lot of money, we have to spend it on eating, drinking and enjoying ourselves. We can't let people cheat you for nothing. In the end, people will think you are stupid!"

"Uh...that's the reason!" Bai Jing nodded, "But you two big burdens..."

"Wearing on the body can be simple, but eating and using should be fine!"

Bai Jing was speechless for a long time, it was clear that he couldn't deceive others, he could only deceive himself!

"Although there are dangers along the way, Dad has already taken care of it. Wherever you go, there will be secret sentinels arranged by Dad. As long as you don't act stupid... Cough cough, as long as you don't play tricks, you will be safe and sound." !"

"That's it?"

"No more!"

Bai Jiabao knelt down and kowtowed to his father, "Father, the child will return home safely and serve you forever!"

Bai Jing's old eyes were sore, he lowered his head and wiped away his tears.

"So, Dad, you must take good care of yourself, and don't give me a little brother to divide the family property!"

"Go away!"

Bai Jiabao has a handsome figure, but walking beside Mr. Song, it's like a small seedling under a big tree, and he can't even see the sun when he looks up.

"Mr. Song, as my son's slave, do you have too much free hands?" Bai Jiabao was so heavy that he couldn't stand upright, but a certain person didn't realize it, walking with wind, I can't wait to throw him a thousand miles away.

"You want me to help you?" Mr. Song turned his head, his voice was hoarse and low, as if it had been smoked.It's not like, it's what it is.

Bai Jiabao raised his head and saw that Mr. Song was wearing a mask, only a pair of eyes could be seen, which contained indifference and fierceness, which made one feel a sense of coldness.

"No...can't you?" Bai Jiabao lowered his voice.

"Can't!"

"Oh..." Bai Jiabao sniffled, "I'm actually very strong..."

The prince's motorcade was outside the city gate, Bai Jiabao left the city in his own carriage, got off the carriage with two big bags on his back, and drove towards the prince's car.This line was mighty, with a guard team of hundreds of people, and Jiang Shaoling rode on a high horse, with a heroic posture and a spring breeze blowing against his face.

"Little General Jiang, where is my horse?" Bai Jiabao panted from the end of the line to the front.

"You know how to ride a horse?" Jiang Shaoling looked at Bai Jiabao with contempt.

"Of course!" He has a little donkey, although he doesn't ride it very often, but once he sits on it, he is as fast as lightning, rushing straight...

"But His Royal Highness thinks you can't ride!" Jiang Shaoling narrowed his eyes.

Bai Jiabao shrank his neck, "Your Highness is always right!"

"His Highness is in the carriage, you ride with him!"

Don't... Bai Jiabao wanted to cry, but seeing that Jiang Shaoling didn't seem to be joking, he could only get into the carriage aggrieved.Just open the car door and climb in, where is the figure of the prince!

There was only a letter on the seat, and the letter paper was opened, which was written to him by the prince himself.

"His Highness is in this carriage!"